Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Buying toys

Mirza stopped her car in front of the largest mall near the hotel where she was staying. He came down and opened the door for Haira. 

"Sorry, Sir. I'm just here" Haira said without wanting to take off her seat belt. 

"You're not going away from me, are you?" Mirza sees the investigator, she fears it's just Haira's trick to get away from her again. 

He cannot afford to lose it a second time.

Haira smiled thinly which was able to make Mirza fascinated. Can't take her eyes off that innocent face without that make up. 

"I'll stay here until Mr and Kemal return." Haira averted her gaze, embarrassed as Mirza continued to look at her. 

Mirza rubbed Haira's hair and closed the door. Switch help Kemal get down. 

Like a father who spoils his child, Mirza carried the little body of the boy inside. 

Haira looked at Mirza's back which had already disappeared and mixed with the other visitors. His heart was again anxious because it had covered Kemal's identity, but he was also afraid that the presence of his son was never expected by Mirza. 

It's not me who's wrong to have to keep a secret about who Daddy is Kemal, because it was Mr. Mirza himself who didn't want to have a child from me. 

Kemal's lips gaped as he entered the enormous toy store. Not only the desired toys, all types of cars and complete robots are there. His dream of wanting to own a remote car is now realized.

It was like being in an ocean that was washing him away. His lentic fingers began to touch one by one neatly lined toys. Approaching the waiter who served there. 

"Sir.." Kemal approached the woman in the uniform of a servant. 

Instantly, Kemal's chest rumbled in fear when he saw the face of the woman in front of him. 

"Beautiful Mother." Kemal's lips trembled in light of the woman's tightness to him. Even though he never made a mistake, his tone was always high and never friendly. 

"Hi, what are you doing here?" Pointing to the face of Kemal who was already pale. "This is a very expensive toy." Grabbing the toy in Kemal's hands. Blow it like it's in the dust.

Kemal shook his head, clear liquid started to slip down his cheeks. Her voice choked as the woman pushed her tiny body into the shelf. 

"Until any time your mommy won't be able to buy this," he chuckled making all the visitors turn their heads. 

"You better go, or I'll call the one who owns this shop." 

"What's this?" heavy sounds from behind. 

Kemal turned his head and scattered to embrace the towering leg behind him. 

"Om, I'm afraid" Kemal said on the sidelines of his cries. 

She was Mirza who was secretly watching Kemal from afar.

Mirza looked at all the visitors in the room and stopped at the woman holding the toy. 

"Did anyone scold you, son?" ask Mirza to Kemal.  

Kemal nodded without a sound. 

"Sorry sir, he's Haira's son, my neighbor. They're poor people who don't know where he came from, and I'm sure his mommy told him to steal here" Indah said confidently. 

Mirza turned her lips. Clutching Kemal's tiny body tightly. 

"Where is the owner of this shop?" ask Mirza later. Splitting the several people who were crowding looked at him. 

"I, sir," said someone from the inside, approaching Mirza who was still on the spot. 

"How much is this toy store worth?" ask Mirza who made everyone stare. They were shocked to hear Mirza. 

"Will you buy my shop?" ask the man. 

"Say, how much does it cost?" 

The man in front of Mirza called the nominal price offered. It was fantastic, but it was very low for Mirza, Without saying, she immediately extended her hand. 

"I agree, you can call my secretary."

Beautifully bowing her head. He did not dare to look at Mirza who came back to him. 

"From today you I fired. I don't need an officer like you." 

"Ta. but, Tu __" 

Mirza raised her hand. He does not need to repeat his clear words. 

Return to lower Kemal from his sling. 

"Now Kemal can choose a toy that Kemal likes, Om will wait there." Showing the clothes shop in front. 

Kemal nodded. Several servants approached him, helping to bring him the toys he had picked up. 

"No doubt, he is the son of a rich man, but his clothes are ugly" whispered one who followed Kemal's steps. 

"But this boy called him om, not papa," said the man beside Kemal.

Others just respond to a nod of the head without wanting to make a sound, afraid to have the same fate as Beautiful. 

Mirza walks into a women's clothing store. 

His steps came to a halt as he saw several dres displayed on the right side. Imagining if it was attached to Haira's body, it would definitely be very beautiful and graceful. 

"Welcome to our shop. Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" ask the waiter kindly. 

"I'd like to buy some clothes branded like this." Take one dres, "but with a different model." 

"Okay, sir," the woman replied and took some of her shop's collections. 

"Who is he?" asked the others looking at Mirza in wonder. Not only his handsome face above average, but the clothes he wears also deserve the public spotlight. 

"I don't know, like a businessman from abroad, maybe he's the sultan" the other replied. They chose the clothes Mirza wanted and wrapped them. 

After getting clothes for Haira and Kemal, Mirza returns to the toy store. Approaching Kemal who was busy playing with some shop maids. 

Did Kemal never have toys like that?

"Come, we're home. Mommy's been waiting."

Kemal picked up the toy in the form of an excavator and took it towards Mirza.  Some people followed Kemal from behind. Those who are still assigned to work in that place also feel grateful.

From inside the car, Haira looked at Mirza who had just stepped out of the mall. Smiling at the cheerful looking Kemal. 

Mirza opened the front door. Still the same as before, Haira appeared to hold hands and look ahead. 

"What do you think?" ask Mirza. 

Haira shook her head without a sound. Smiling at the Kemal behind him. 

"Mommy, I have a lot of toys. We'll play together, same as."

Haira nodded while kissing Kemal's cheek. 

After the purchase is in the trunk. Mirza got back in the car. Staring at Haira who from earlier was only silent. He knew that the woman was holding something that made him questionable. 

"What do you want to eat, son?" Let's order it." 

"Fried chicken," cried Kemal instantly. 

"Alright, om will buy Kemal a lot of fried chicken." 

"What do you want to eat?" he continued, clasping Haira's cold hand. 

"As for you sir." 

Mirza's chest wanted to explode seeing Haira's still cold attitude towards her. He drove his car straight to the hotel.